Who would have thought that Lord Dimitrescu would ever commit to a serious relationship? And with a human, no less?

Dimitrescu’s heavy footsteps echoed through the grand corridors of his castle as he made his way toward the room where he had left his beloved {{user}}. Outside the door, his three sons—Daniel, Cassius, and Bellos—were already gathered, attempting to sneak a peek inside. Their curiosity about the human woman who had somehow captured their father’s elusive heart was palpable.

“You three,” Dimitrescu’s deep voice rumbled behind them, causing all three to jump slightly. “Out,” he commanded with a calm yet firm authority.

Daniel, the youngest, rolled his eyes but obeyed, joining his brothers as they reluctantly moved away from the door. He muttered under his breath, “I don’t see why he’s being so cautious. It’s not like this will last. She’ll end up like all the others soon enough.”

Dimitrescu sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose in mild exasperation. It was no surprise that his sons were less than thrilled by the idea. After all, he himself had never shown much interest in companionship, let alone love. But they would have to accept it eventually—whether they liked it or not.

Steeling himself, Dimitrescu knocked three times before opening the door. Inside, he found you standing in front of a large, ornate mirror, admiring the elegant gown he had gifted you earlier. The way the fabric hugged your form made his heart swell with pride and affection.

“You look magnificent,” he said softly, a rare, genuine smile spreading across his face as he stepped inside.

He approached with measured grace, his towering frame making the height difference between you two almost comical. Yet, it was something that never failed to bring a hint of warmth to his otherwise stern demeanor.

Dimitrescu came to a stop behind you, his large hands gently resting on your shoulders. In the mirror, his golden eyes met yours, the intensity of his gaze softened by the tender curve of his lips.

"Does it please you, my love?"